Sunday, August 27, 2006

I never really considered the importance of sound in defining a space, indoor or out. This morning I had an experience that made me think about it. When you close your eyes, there is a process that takes place in your brain of calculating the micro-seconds of reverberation you hear and using that calculation to imagine the size of a space. That calculation also takes into account what direction that sound comes from, and as finite as it is, your brain does distinguish between the same sound reverbing back from a wall 10' away, 100' away, a flat surface or a curved surface. How we see space vs. hear space can be very telling in how we precieve our surroundings. When space creates an emotional reaction, part of the reaction is how we precieve the enormity or shallowness of that space. The astonishing thing is when you are in a space and what you hear and what you see are two different things. I understand now why certain places have a power to envoke emotion that you cant understand or comprehend until you are there.

This morning I got up and went to mass, for the first time in many years, at Notre Dame.

Foie Gras. Do these words mean anything to you Chef Tom? You left the same day that the ban on Foie Gras went into effect here in Chicago. Coincidence? I think not. This whole ruse of going to Gay Paris for learning was nothing short of you wanting to get your fill of goose liver, very cleaver my friend. I plan on exposing you! My new landlord owns an apartment in the city of Paris and is willing to rent it to me for a week! I'm looking into flights for October. Beware my friend Mr. Clark is seting the wheels in motion....My french is very limited so I will have to rely on my charming personality and and ability to stare mo-fo's down. TL & MC in France will make D-Day look like a small skirmish. Take care and keep up with the good-ass-voo-doo. Cheers Mr. Clark

I have some catching up to do... I would love to burn you some music, perhaps some of the forty Muslimgauze CD's in my possession or more of that Bill Laswell that you are so fond of. I need your address and any other information to help with my quest. I called Sean this week and we both agree.... the Helmet show in Milwaukee was the highlight of the summer. The pictures of that weekend should be posted on a blog. I NEED YOUR ADDRESS! INEED YOUR ADDRESS! INEED YOUR ADDRESS! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR? LOVE MR. CLARK

Franny loved your retarded comment about me and I see she has been to your Blog. Hey Franny! What Up! By the way who the fuck is Gustavo? Whom ever this person is has some good advice about religion. I'm going to call Kelly now since I'm in charge of keeping her laughing while your away. Mister C

Did I tell you about losing lot's 'o money at the horse track on my b-day? Well I did. Horse shit was my number on the 12th. I admit my crime. I'm a thief of fire. Who says guns speak louder. Money's a weapon. A weapon of boredom, terror & order. Snow girl will burn you. I'm a thief on fire. Words disobey me. We are nothing but time! Swallow Everthing with your soul! Work with sixth and seventh sense! Amour Fu! Death is delicious! Blast with war machine dub! I've lost my mind! See you in Paris! MRCLK

Who started giving the people ideas...when all they'd known up until then was the catechism! They began, so they proclaimed, to educate the people...Ah what truths they had to reveal! Beautiful! Brilliant! Unprecedented truths! And the people were dazzled! LOUIS-FERDINAND CELINE